Leonard Dabydeen

Sayonara, Sayonara... - Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

This heart is not made of stonenor crumbled rockto fall off steep cliffswhere pebbles are sometimes loosewith the rush of windtender to the glance of your eyesthis heart is encasedin the vault of your mindand plays a song of sweet echo in the earand on the tips of your dancing toesit watches you prance aboutteasing you like it teases memore enigmatic in flight as if it were sitting on Mount Fujilooking for you in the Himalayasthere is music in the airbreathing perfume in our mindstwo of us moving in childish excitementand Valentine listening with joyto our own child-playamong rose gardens and city streetsas we look for each othersinging in exotic delightsayonara, sayonara…